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prompt: Phase #3: Challenge #28: Weekly Quick Fic #9 ("deep breath")
word count: 874
pairing: Shujin/Koji
rating: PG13
summary: Koji invites Shujin out for drinks and ends up passed out in his bed.
notes: I wrote this for Koji who was having a crummy day and spent his day off at my place because I'm terrified of bugs. Inspired by this drawing by Koji and this NSFW drawing byrellisthird.
"D-do you do the dating thing?" stammered Koji. There was sweat dripping down his forehead into his wide eyes, and Shujin fought down a mental image of a deer caught unawares by a hunter with a crosbow. "The drinking thing!" Koji corrected himself. "Do you do the drinking thing?"
Shujin regarded Koji mildly. He had seen the kid around at the gym, and more than once he caught him looking a little too long out of the corner of his eye. Koji didn't seem like a bad kid, and Nikos spoke well of him. If Shujin could befriend* Nikos Vallas, he could spare an evening with the gawky young man at the gym.
Assuming Koji didn't pass out first. Shujin didn't know if it was dehydration or social anxiety that caused Koji to sway like a sapling in a breeze.
Almost against his better judgement, Shujin said "yes." He had no other plans; Nikos's wealthy amoroso was in town.
Koji blinked in confusion before Shujin's answer sunk in. "Great! Let's go! I know this really cheap place!"
Still in his gym clothes and dripping sweat, Koji made for the exit. Shujin remained behind, unmoving, waiting for Koji to notice that he hadn't followed.
"I'll shower first," he said, pointedly.
"Oh, right!"
Koji immediately began the business of stripping out of his sweaty work out clothes, peeling away his soaked muscle shirt and kicking off his shorts.
Shujin sighed and tried not to regret accepting Koji's invitation. He had a long evening ahead of him if Koji couldn't stop acting like a frightened rabbit.
•
This was how Shujin found himself in a seedy bar well after midnight, feeling responsible for Koji.
He wobbled unsteadily and his knees gave out from underneath him. "Whoops!" he laughed, but Shujin frowned as he caught Koji; an intoxicated Koji was one thing, but a concussed Koji was another thing all together and Nikos would never forgive Shujin if he put his - what? boyfriend? Shujin could never tell with Nikos - in the hospital the one night Abel was in town.
"Woah," slurred Koji, hands pressed flat against Shujin's abdomen. "You really do have a six pack. Of, like. Pabst."
The evening had been going fairly well, too. Better than Shujin had expected, anyway; they had drank and talked, but sometime around midnight, Koji had forsaken most of the talking for more drinking. Shujin had been grateful for the quiet, but now he regretted his relief.
"What you need," he said, voice firm and stern, "is to go home."
Koji growled; a pathetic sound, like a baby lion trying to roar. Shujin frowned up at him. "You're going home," he repeated.
"Fiiiiiine." Koji began patting himself down, then pulled out his car keys with a jingle. "Oh look!" he exclaimed, holding them up proudly. "Keys!"
He beamed as thought Shujin had just awarded him the Nobel Peace Prize for medical advancements.
Realizing there would be no winning, Shujin simply lifed Koji clear off the ground. Koji was tall, but gangly. Shujin could carry him without undue difficulty, as long as he stopped fussing. He would bring Koji home with him; his apartment wasn't far from here, and he didn't trust Koji on his own after drinking that much.
•
Back in his barren apartment, Shujin considered just letting Koji sleep on the floor. The bed was the only furniture, and Koji probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway.
He shrugged Koji off onto his bed, on top of the blankets. Koji, seemingly unaware, or simply uncaring, that he wasn't in his own bed, kicked off his shoes and pants. He left his socks on. Shujin wondered how often Koji went to sleep in near strangers' beds that he stripped with so little concern.
Shujin sighed and removed his own clothing, tossing his jeans into the hamper. Koji's were rumpled on his floor. It was hot in his stuffy little apartment, but he found a pair of pajama bottoms before pushing Koji over to one side. Kid sprawled out diagonally, long limbs spread out across the whole bed.
•
When Shujin woke up the next morning, too early after being kept up well into the night by Koji's tossing and turning, Koji had somehow managed to wedge himself underneath him. Their legs were tangled. Koji was, perhaps for the first time that night, sleeping still and peaceful beside Shujin.
It was still early on a Saturday morning. Shujin had nowhere to be, so he let Koji sleep beside him for awhile. Koji snored, but Shujin was just glad that he could breathe at all. He was impressed with Koji's alcohol tolerance. Shujin was no lightweight, but Koji had continued drinking long after Shujin called it a night with almost grim determination.
Shujin made to get out of bed, which by some sleepy gymnastics on Koji's part now involved crawling over him. He tried to disentangle himself from Koji's long limbs, but Koji reached up, still half asleep, and put an arm around Shujin. Weak and sleepy, Koji tugged Shujin back down and snuggled up against him. Shujin didn't resist; Koji wasn't the only one who slept better with someone else in bed.
*if that's what they were calling it these days ↑
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writerverse prompt: Phase #3: Challenge #28: Weekly Quick Fic #9 ("deep breath")
word count: 874
pairing: Shujin/Koji
rating: PG13
summary: Koji invites Shujin out for drinks and ends up passed out in his bed.
notes: I wrote this for Koji who was having a crummy day and spent his day off at my place because I'm terrified of bugs. Inspired by this drawing by Koji and this NSFW drawing by
"D-do you do the dating thing?" stammered Koji. There was sweat dripping down his forehead into his wide eyes, and Shujin fought down a mental image of a deer caught unawares by a hunter with a crosbow. "The drinking thing!" Koji corrected himself. "Do you do the drinking thing?"
Shujin regarded Koji mildly. He had seen the kid around at the gym, and more than once he caught him looking a little too long out of the corner of his eye. Koji didn't seem like a bad kid, and Nikos spoke well of him. If Shujin could befriend* Nikos Vallas, he could spare an evening with the gawky young man at the gym.
Assuming Koji didn't pass out first. Shujin didn't know if it was dehydration or social anxiety that caused Koji to sway like a sapling in a breeze.
Almost against his better judgement, Shujin said "yes." He had no other plans; Nikos's wealthy amoroso was in town.
Koji blinked in confusion before Shujin's answer sunk in. "Great! Let's go! I know this really cheap place!"
Still in his gym clothes and dripping sweat, Koji made for the exit. Shujin remained behind, unmoving, waiting for Koji to notice that he hadn't followed.
"I'll shower first," he said, pointedly.
"Oh, right!"
Koji immediately began the business of stripping out of his sweaty work out clothes, peeling away his soaked muscle shirt and kicking off his shorts.
Shujin sighed and tried not to regret accepting Koji's invitation. He had a long evening ahead of him if Koji couldn't stop acting like a frightened rabbit.
•
This was how Shujin found himself in a seedy bar well after midnight, feeling responsible for Koji.
He wobbled unsteadily and his knees gave out from underneath him. "Whoops!" he laughed, but Shujin frowned as he caught Koji; an intoxicated Koji was one thing, but a concussed Koji was another thing all together and Nikos would never forgive Shujin if he put his - what? boyfriend? Shujin could never tell with Nikos - in the hospital the one night Abel was in town.
"Woah," slurred Koji, hands pressed flat against Shujin's abdomen. "You really do have a six pack. Of, like. Pabst."
The evening had been going fairly well, too. Better than Shujin had expected, anyway; they had drank and talked, but sometime around midnight, Koji had forsaken most of the talking for more drinking. Shujin had been grateful for the quiet, but now he regretted his relief.
"What you need," he said, voice firm and stern, "is to go home."
Koji growled; a pathetic sound, like a baby lion trying to roar. Shujin frowned up at him. "You're going home," he repeated.
"Fiiiiiine." Koji began patting himself down, then pulled out his car keys with a jingle. "Oh look!" he exclaimed, holding them up proudly. "Keys!"
He beamed as thought Shujin had just awarded him the Nobel Peace Prize for medical advancements.
Realizing there would be no winning, Shujin simply lifed Koji clear off the ground. Koji was tall, but gangly. Shujin could carry him without undue difficulty, as long as he stopped fussing. He would bring Koji home with him; his apartment wasn't far from here, and he didn't trust Koji on his own after drinking that much.
•
Back in his barren apartment, Shujin considered just letting Koji sleep on the floor. The bed was the only furniture, and Koji probably wouldn't remember it in the morning anyway.
He shrugged Koji off onto his bed, on top of the blankets. Koji, seemingly unaware, or simply uncaring, that he wasn't in his own bed, kicked off his shoes and pants. He left his socks on. Shujin wondered how often Koji went to sleep in near strangers' beds that he stripped with so little concern.
Shujin sighed and removed his own clothing, tossing his jeans into the hamper. Koji's were rumpled on his floor. It was hot in his stuffy little apartment, but he found a pair of pajama bottoms before pushing Koji over to one side. Kid sprawled out diagonally, long limbs spread out across the whole bed.
•
When Shujin woke up the next morning, too early after being kept up well into the night by Koji's tossing and turning, Koji had somehow managed to wedge himself underneath him. Their legs were tangled. Koji was, perhaps for the first time that night, sleeping still and peaceful beside Shujin.
It was still early on a Saturday morning. Shujin had nowhere to be, so he let Koji sleep beside him for awhile. Koji snored, but Shujin was just glad that he could breathe at all. He was impressed with Koji's alcohol tolerance. Shujin was no lightweight, but Koji had continued drinking long after Shujin called it a night with almost grim determination.
Shujin made to get out of bed, which by some sleepy gymnastics on Koji's part now involved crawling over him. He tried to disentangle himself from Koji's long limbs, but Koji reached up, still half asleep, and put an arm around Shujin. Weak and sleepy, Koji tugged Shujin back down and snuggled up against him. Shujin didn't resist; Koji wasn't the only one who slept better with someone else in bed.
*if that's what they were calling it these days ↑
